Clan Immortal Cultivation: I Can See Hints - Chapter 104 - Fire Cloud Bird

This book is about how a famous web writer who specializes in doting genre falls in love with a Mr. cellophane writer who specializes in angst genre.

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Stripped of his blood meridians, young lad Lu Ming suffered all kinds of humiliating demise and was deemed useless. One day, he gained access to the Supreme Shrine by chance and went on a glorious, odds-defying path with a reborn supreme blood meridian.

The myriad paths of the Dragon Emperor were birthed by cultivating the True War Dragon Technique, devouring countless living beings, connecting all blood meridians under the skies, and traveling through and defeating heroes from all Nine Skies and Ten Lands.

Has it ever crossed your mind? There are monsters from ancient mythology lurking within brightly lit metropolises.Has it ever crossed your mind? There are gods watching over us on the moon over our heads.Has it ever crossed your mind? There are transcendent humans roaming the streets in bustling cities as gods’ apostles.Within human societies, there hides countless supernatural beings lurking.The ancient gods reside in Forbidden Zones untouched by humans.Archangel Michael, the Underworld King — Hades, the God of the Sea — PoseidonBut, where did the Chinese deities go?In a mortal world, all “divinities” have to be purged.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.